two more people

i have been mulling over sublime-ation all week. it has bothered me that i couldn't think of a suitable and pleasing (to me) image of her in my head.

something came to me tonight as i drove across town. i was seeing mirka mora, but the young mirka, standing outside her apartment in collins street in the 1950s. she looks such a parisienne and so so exotic in staid old melbourne.








this is a shot from the time, the opening of her cafe/restaurant with her husband georges. you can see her just to the left of the window, with hand up to face.









but i couldn't find the shot i wanted.

so this will have to do. the sophia:









now i am happy, at peace, at rest. i hope sublime is too.






i'm still working on bevis. another elusive person, bevis. i wasn't happy with macaulay, and perhaps he wasn't either as he hasn't been by to comment. i doubt this will be any better but i'm trying to visualise him going on the fairly detailed pointers he has given.

forgive me bevis, if this annoys you. you know i love you.

copy-cat from ballarat

this is where i put in photos of people who i think represent you in some way. note the words "some way". this is like a disclaimer where i then have redress when you complain or disagree.
i am not writing it in red. i am just putting it here, so you read it almost by accident...

like bevis said, don't take it personally, it's just a bit of fun.

and don't think this is necessarily exactly how i see you, and it's not necessarily about looks.

for some of you it's impossible to visualise anything other than your bio pic thingies. but i've done my best. i have to say for some reason sublime-ation was the hardest to do. i am still thinking about her. or you. sorry sublime. it's something about your name i think.

oh, and i've also chosen actors, or celebrities, to make it something a little different.



first up is myself. because i'm an incredibly complex character, and none of you are, i am a hybrid of the following:




i wear specs like janeane, but mine are nicer. elaine is fairly close and she has big hair too, and i turn into uma once a month. you work it out.





princess gets two:





a beautiful blend of taylor's looks and hermione's brains.




gianluca di milano


or



i can't quite decide. still thinking about it.





gregory surlyboy




surly. hope this dude is bad enough for you. i believe he has a big one?





ms fits



i'm fairly certain bevis was onto something with the plaits for ms fits.





clokey

i think these two are inter-changeable.

capey

or perhaps this one for clokey?





elaine



i think i know what elaine looks like, but not really.




locket




i can't get audrey out of my head for locket, so this is someone else gamine and cute.




cotton





cotton is vulnerable and cagey at the same time. but very sweet and lovely.




bevis






i had much trouble seeing bevis as anything other than a little green frog




ladycracker






i know lc likes liv. plus i also know how lc looks.




tuppence





i'm seeing those cute little bags under the eyes for tuppence that selma has. don't ask why, i just am. they are really adorable.




anna a spades




i see anna with dark hair but think she would dress like chloe. for some reason. or have the chloe attitude.



roguemaze




luckily rm is away en ce moment so won't get pissed off when he sees this. this i believe to be the closest of all my pictures.



he should just be glad i didn't use this pic:





[laughs and wets pants]




chai

chai was hard but i think this fits. i loved astro boy when i was a kid.

aleks





aleks is also mia so hopefully won't rise like the phoenix to correct me about why he isn't like che. wrong political persuasion, wrong angle on the beret, i'm sure.





magical_m






not sure where this came from. call it a gut feeling. isn't she cute?





fluffy





i know what fluffy looks like too, so this is more of an attitude pic. and the cat thing. geddit? but squeaky instead of fluffy.






la nadine













not really scarlett per se i'm talking about here.
boy they take up space. but aren't they just the best baps around?

la's i mean.





dxxxx







i've met dxxxx and she struck me as a cool rock chick.




darcy





darcy is kick-arse with her lemon trees, gardening commitments, pet ownership and auditions. 'nuff said.

special movie moments

as it will take me a while to compose the "copycat from ballarat" blog, where i post pictures of how i imagine you all to look, let me ask you a question.

what are your favourite movie moments? ones that you remember vividly, ones that you can think about now and chuckle over. even the ones that yeah, you've seen the movie so many times and you will still laugh or cry over that perfect moment.

for me the list goes something like this:

1. the moment in big when tom hanks is at a soiree and starts eating the caviar off the table, then registers the taste, then just opens his mouth and lets it all fall out back onto the table.
my sister reminded me of this scene, which is one we have laughed over and reminisced over many times, tonight on the phone when she told me her son had done this exact same move over dinner.

2. the scene in terms of endearment where debra winger is dying in hospital and shirley maclaine brings in her two little boys to say goodbye. i don't care who you are and how much you earn/what a spunk you are, if you can tell me you have watched that moment and not been moved then you have no heart. i will cry every time. every time. and i'm talking sobbing, not silent roll-down tears. better not tell me, then i won't be able to love you anymore.

3. the moment in meet the parents when ben stiller rises up out of the pool in slo-mo, with a beast roar and slams the volleyball into the bride's nose. there are other classic moments in this movie, but this is one that makes me laugh out loud each time.

4. when dorothy says goodbye to the scarecrow. enough said.

5. in tootsie, when jessica is talking to dustin as dorothy about men and their pick-up lines "wouldn't it be nice if a man just came up to you and said, 'i could try and lay a whole line on you about this and that, but i think you're really attractive and i would love to sleep with you', wouldn't that be great?" and dorothy says "heaven, sheer heaven."

can't think of any more right now and have to go and watch medium on tape, but would love to hear some of yours.

saturday night, or ode to the mighty yarra, venice of the south

The owl and the pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful peagreen boat







They took some honey and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.











The owl looked up to the stars above
And sang to a small guitar,
"O, lovely pussy, o pussy my love,
What a beautiful pussy you are, you are, you are!
What a beautiful pussy you are!"










Pussy said to the owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.










O, let us be married, too long we have tarried,
But what shall we do for a ring?









They sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the Bongtree grows.
And there in a wood a Piggywig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose
With a ring at the end of his nose.



"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill.















They dined on mince and slices of quince
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;











And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

hair angst

i realise it's a while since i complained about my hair. it's been behaving sort of, kind of, alright recently.

until today i went to the hairdresser to fix up the colour, get it thinned out and a blowdry for going out tomorrow night.

did i mention it was a new hairdresser? new place. new colourist. new cutter.

you also need to know my hair has been called horse hair by more than one of these professionals. it's something i live with each and every fucking day, it shits me when they tell me this, but i just smile good naturedly and nod in agreement. when they say it's so thick, i just smile and go "a-ha!" and when they say "oh my god you have SO MUCH HAIR!" then i stab them in the eyes with the metal end of the comb. you know that really dangerous pointy end.

let me just say, when i was young this is the sort of hair i wanted:










and then when i was a bit older it was this:










and then this:










unfortunately, on a bad day, this is what we've got to work with:











that's a joke. you can laugh now.

so, she's doing the cut. that went ok.

then the colour. let me just say it was basically two tone, you know, one of those skanky deals that have even got a name, i read in the paper last week, "top deck". please don't judge me. when i got it done it seemed no one had one, it was cutting edge and unique.

now they are everywhere, and i decided it was time to go... top deck.

so she had to lighten the dark at the back and underneath, and do the roots. then it all went wrong, about 3.25 hours into the session. the colour wasn't right, in fact it was bad. it looked better when i had walked in. so she had to quickly put on some other gunk which burned my scalp to fix the colour. which it did. pretty much.

i am tired of having these marathon sessions at the hairdresser, which cost me a fucking fortune, and always, always seem to go wrong.

why do i do it?

anyway. it's not over yet. i have to go back now for the blowdry, which there wasn't time for before.

at least it will be sleek and smooth and non-phyllis for a week or so. as long as i can leave it and keep out of melbourne's rain. until my scalp is SCREAMING for a wash.

does anyone else take more than three hours at the hairdresser? boys, you can answer too.

all-sorts

first there is kerry nettle in a t-shirt that is seriously making me re-consider the "it's all about my vagina" t that sublime and i are going to bring to the streets of melbourne.

i don't have a picture of kerry in said t-shirt but here she is











and the text reads:

"Mr Abbott, Get your rosaries
off my ovaries"


then there is dear amanda





















who stumbled twice over the pronunciation of "independent" this morning on 774 in an interview with john faine, and then when he jested whether there would be a new regime of glasnost and perestroika within her department, she managed to get glasnost out but couldn't say perestroika.

it went something like this:

"per- per- peretrnanana... i'm tongue-tied this morning i can't say it"

i am serious. if anyone else heard this, please confirm.

and finally we have that icon of everything, and now real-estate, ms hanson. or would she be miss? or mrs? i'd like to know. seriously.

she has morphed from this




stately and elegant politician

to this


 

self-deprecating and elegant danseuse



to this


















professional and elegant real estate agent.
she's working with her son. sweet.


in between there were other stages and looks










ah yes, miss pantsdown. remember her?

classic moments